YM778.TV Chapter 1608: Dao War of Emperors
Chapter 1608: Dao War of Emperors
This was a small mountain only a thousand feet tall and enveloped in golden mist. The surface was made of jagged rock, on which the grass and trees looked like they were made of gold, shiny and gorgeous.
At the moment, Lin Xun’s group was standing in front of an ancient boulder halfway up the mountain.
In the crevice of the rock was a grass rooted in it that was as straight as a sharp sword.
The grass was a foot tall and had the width of a thumb. Its stem was like pure divine gold and was imprinted with natural, cloud-shaped patterns. Growing on two sides of the stem were nine leaves as thin as a cicada’s wing.
Upon closer inspection, the leaves resembled golden heavenly ladders. On the veins of each leaf, there was a wisp of a dancing golden flame.
“Nine-Leaf Golden Spirit Grass!
“It can only sprout one leaf every one thousand years. Every three thousand years of age, it has to undergo a heavenly tribulation, only by surviving can it continue to grow.
“This is a natural born and bred Saint Treasure that contains alpha metal elemental energy. It only requires a little bit of refinement to turn into a superb flying sword with monstrous killing power!”The big black bird’s saliva was flying everywhere as it rambled with a delighted expression.
“Most marvelous is the fact that it can also serve as a divine material that can immensely help cultivators with refining their life-bound Saint weapon!
“This Nine-Leaf Golden Spirit Grass we’ve found is nine thousand years old and has undergone three heavenly tribulations, so it’s the perfect time to harvest it.”
While listening to the big black bird’s presentation, Lin Xun had already started the harvesting process.
Just like the Night Sky Jade Vine, this Nine-Leaf Golden Spirit Grass was also surrounded by a restrictive formation.
The big black bird reminded him, “According to our agreement, this Nine-Leaf Golden Spirit Grass will go to me.”
Little Silver and Little Sky both threw it a contemptuous glance. With our master’s character, how could he covet your things? You thieving bird thinks everyone is cunning and petty like you? How obnoxious!
Thick-skinned as ever, the big black bird simply ignored the two little fellows.
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Meanwhile, in an unknown world far away from the Flying Immortal Battle Realm, on the peak of a great mountain shrouded in immortal air.
In the clear sky, a group of golden crows were shedding magnificent light as they flew, draping the rows upon rows of ancient buildings below in a sacred golden glow.
“Damn that shameless little thief! He clearly intends to reap all the treasures we raised in the Flying Immortal Battle Realm in one fell swoop!” Jiang Heng gnashed her teeth resentfully, her eyes filled with anger.
Her face was stunning like jade, her eyes were like clear springs. Clad in an aqua dress, she stood alone in the sea of clouds on the mountain peak like an otherworldly fairy with peerless splendor.
Even her furious expression exuded a kind of striking beauty.
In front of Jiang Heng floated an octagonal bagua disk made from polished tortoise shell. On the rotating disk was a light screen, which was broadcasting Lin Xun’s group!
This was the Herb Guide Astrolabe, and it was connected to restrictive formation around the Nine-Leaf Golden Spirit Grass. Through this treasure, one could observe the growth of the herb.
While she had been using this astrolabe to check on all the herbs in the Flying Immortal Battle Realm, Jiang Heng had discovered that the Night Sky Jade Vine had been harvested by Lin Xun.
“Junior Sister Jiang Heng, the Flying Immortal Battle Realm is related to the mysterious legendary Kunlun Dominion. We can only open the spatial tunnel leading to it once every hundred years.” A white-clad man suddenly appeared next to her out of thin air and said, “We have just used it once, which means that we can no longer do so anymore.”
The white-clad man had a slim physique. His hair was gray, and his eyes were as sharp as a void-piercing tip. With his hands behind his back, he exuded an immeasurable aura of majesty.
He appeared very young and handsome. There was a little flavor of time in his aura, but it was still much more terrifying than that of a supreme Saint’s!
Jiang Heng indignantly said, “Eldest Senior Brother, in just a few days, that little thief has already stolen the Peak-Summer Midwinter Flower, the Phoenix Feather Five-Skandha Roots, the Darklight Earth Wood, and various xiantian divine treasures...
“Also the Night Sky Jade Vine and now this Nine-Leaf Golden Spirit Grass! He’s stolen nearly everything our Xuanji Dao Sect has planted there! Are we just going to stand by and watch?”
The white-clad man that she called Eldest Senior Brother smiled, his eyes deep and roiling with an intimidatingly sharp glint. “Compared to that pagoda in his possession, these treasures are nothing. When the Kunlun Dominion opens to the world, I will make him spit out tenfold, a hundred fold of everything he has taken!”
His voice was clear like a morning bell, but it exuded extreme confidence.
Jiang Heng’s eyes lit up. “That’s right! The little thief has a Flying Immortal Tablet, so he will definitely enter the Kunlun Dominion in the future. When that time comes, we shall look for him and settle this score properly!”
Then, she suddenly remembered something and said, “By the way, Eldest Senior Brother, what exactly is the origin of that pagoda? How could it block the Great Sun Thunder Wheel?”
The Great Sun Thunder Wheel, born from the primordial chaos in a galactic thunder world, was one of their sect’s greatest treasures.
Many years ago, in order to capture this treasure, an Emperor of the Xuanji Dao Sect had personally gone out to refine the entirety of that thunder world, thus finally gaining the opportunity to subdue and collect the Great Sun Thunder Wheel in it.
Since it held great power and the thunder dao origin of a whole world, it reasonably became one of the sect’s vital treasures.
Yet, that pagoda had blocked the Great Sun Thunder Wheel’s bombardment and even forced Eldest Senior Brother’s hand. How could Jiang Heng not be curious?
“The pagoda has an extraordinary origin. It was already famous throughout the universe countless years ago due to its incredible ability.” The white-clad man’s eyes blazed, his voice low. “But…I’m still a little unsure if it’s that pagoda from the legend.”
“You are unsure?” asked Jiang Heng.
The man nodded as he cast his mind back. “Yes, because it vanished in a great war a long time ago. During that war…
“Six Emperor-rank dao lineages were annihilated, nineteen worlds fell prey to destruction, and more than thirty Emperor experts perished!
“Aside from that, innumerable quasi-Emperors, Saint-Kings, and Big Saints fell. Under that great war, the entire starry sky above trembled and lost color!”
Toward the end of his speech, there was a flash of astonishment in the white-clad man’s expression.
It had been a dark period that still shook the world to this day. The destruction and killing had affected numerous worlds and beings. The casualties had been so heavy that no one was able to forget it!
“Is it the Dao War of Emperors back in the primeval era?” Jiang Heng gasped after she seemed to recall something.
It had been a battle between the giants of the Emperor stage, a war between many primeval forces who had been behemoths lording over the galaxy.
It was also known as the Dao War of Emperors!
Jiang Heng was shaken to the core. “Eldest Senior Brother, do you mean that pagoda had a high chance to have appeared in the Dao War of Emperors?”
The man nodded. “This is also where I’m unsure. As you also know, some of the world-shaking treasures were destroyed in the fierce battles during that war. Very few were intact enough to be passed down.”
Jiang Heng couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly is the name of that pagoda?”
The man patted Jiang Heng’s shoulder and said, “The pagoda concerns a matter too deep, and the dao lineage behind it was a taboo existence in the primeval era. It cannot be arbitrarily discussed. I will tell you later after I capture that kid in the Kunlun Dominion.”
Right at this moment, the octagonal disk suddenly emitted a strange rumble, and the broadcasting screen on it shattered and dissipated.
Jiang Heng’s pretty face darkened. She said through gritted teeth, “That thief took the Nine-Leaf Golden Spirit Grass!”
The white-clad man, on the other hand, sank into contemplation.
“Besides the pagoda, the One Breath Fortune Furnace also appeared. Why is this?
“The Ancient Wasteland Domain World was at the very center of the nine domains, and its origin had clearly been destroyed during the primeval Dao War of Emperors…
“Is there more to this that I don’t know about?
“Looks like it’s crucial to capture that kid when the Kunlun Dominion opens and interrogate him carefully. After all, the place that witnessed the falls of the most Emperors during that war was the Ancient Wasteland Domain World!”
Suddenly, an azure flood-dragon appeared in the distant horizon and said, “True Disciple Ji Qian, there are orders for you!”
The white-clad man’s expression became solemn. He cupped his fist and bowed.
He was Ji Qian, the first true disciple of the Xuanji Dao Sect. He was also a mighty supreme Big Saint who, if in the nine domains, would qualify to found his own sect and be revered by countless cultivators.
But now, he was respectfully saluting like a disciple would!
This was a glimpse into the depth of the Xuanji Dao Sect.
……
A few days later.
In the Flying Immortal Battle Realm.
“It’s finally coming to an end…”
Kun Shaoyu, Xue Qingyi, and Zhu Yingkong walked out from the underground cave where they had been hiding. Looking up at the sky, they all felt like a weight had been taken off of their shoulders.
A golden rift had emerged in the sky, from which a strange and obscure Law Power was wafting out.
Today was the tenth day of the opening of the Flying Immortal Battle Realm and likewise the final day.
“I wonder if the Ancient Wasteland Camp has been trampled,” muttered Kun Shaoyu.
“Definitely, there would be no accidents!” said Zhu Yingkong with conviction. With the moles inside cooperating with their army, no matter how sturdy Lin Xun had made the City of Protection, it would still be in vain.
“I hope so,” sighed Xue Qingyi.
But even if the army has succeeded, so what? As long as Lin Xun lives, he’ll eventually become a great threat to the eight domain camps in the future!
Meanwhile, on the Crossing Mist Mountain, Lin Xun looked up, his eyes bright. “It’s time to leave.”
This trip to the Flying Immortal Battle Realm was already a great victory for him. Without any surprises, the power structure in the Nine Domains Battlefield was destined to be rewritten!
After all, the majority of the other eight camps’ top elites had been wiped out, leaving only Kun Shaoyu, Xue Qingyi, and Zhu Yingkong. They could no longer raise any more waves.
The only thing Lin Xun couldn’t help but worry about was the safety of the Ancient Wasteland Camp.